doctor saying he had it wrong?"

"What tune would it be," said Gallagher, "if so be he had it right?"

"I told you before," said Doyle. "I told you till I'm tired telling
you that I don't know the name of it. It's not a tune that ever I heard
before."

"I'll find out what tune it is," said Gallagher savagely. "I'll drag it
out of you if I have to drag the black liver of you along with it."

"Order, gentlemen, order," said Father McCormack. "That's no language to
be using here."

"I was meaning no disrespect to you, Father," said Gallagher. "I'd be
the last man in Ireland to raise my hand against the clergy."

"It's the doctor's liver you'll have to drag, Thady, if you drag any
liver at all," said Doyle, "for he's the only one that knows what the
tune is."

Moriarty appeared to have conveyed the message to young Kerrigan.
Dr. O'Grady, still leaning out of the window, spoke again, this time
evidently to Kerrigan.

"Don'ts you know you're getting it wrong every time?" he said.

Young Kerrigan's voice, faint and apologetic, reached the members of the
committee through the window.

"Sure I know that well enough; but the devil's in it that I can't get it
right."

"Listen to me now," said Dr. O'Grady.

He whistled the tune shrilly, beating time with his hand.

"Now, Kerrigan," he said, "try it after me."

He whistled it again slowly. Kerrigan followed him note by note on the
cornet. After a very short hesitation he got over the difficult passage.
Dr. O'Grady drew in his head and returned to the table with a sigh of
relief.

"I think he has it now," he said, "but it's a tough job teaching that
fellow anything."

"What tune is it?" said Gallagher.

"It's not a tune that ever you heard before," said Dr. O'Grady.

"I'm of opinion that I did hear it," said Gallagher. "But let you speak
out now if you're not ashamed of it, and tell me what tune it is."

"It's the 'Battle March of King Malachi the Brave,'" said Dr. O'Grady,
"the same that he played when he was driving the English out of Ireland.
And you can't possibly have heard it before because the manuscript of it
was only dug up the other day at Tara, and this is the first time it's
ever been played publicly in the west of Ireland."

"There now, Thady," said Doyle, "didn't I tell you all along that you'd
nothing to do only to ask the doctor?"

"I'm of opinion that I did hear it," said Gallagher. "You may say what
you like about the Hill of Tara, but I'